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U.S. NAVAL INSTITUTE

Blue-on-Blue in the Falklands

by Captain Michael C. Potter, Supply Corps,

U.S. Naval Reserve.

(Proceedings, October 2000)

Was the missile streaking across the night sky toward HMS Penelope a mere illusion, or was it friendly fire? It was the end of a bright, sunny day in June, and everyone was nearly frozen. A Royal Marine officer radioed the daily British surrender demand to any Argentine listeners in Port Stanley, the Falkland Islands' only real town. With most of their helicopter lift lost aboard the sunken transport Atlantic Conveyor, British Marines and ground troops marched with 100-pound packs eastward toward Port Stanley. Sensing imminent victory, they sought to get in on the kill. Besides, if they halted, sense returned to their numb, swollen feet and pain surged up their legs. That austral winter night of 13 June 1982, two Argentine Canberra bombers indicated that the outmaneuvered defenders had received the Marine captain's broadcasts. They attempted to flatten a farm called Estancia House—whence the British first demanded Port Stanley's surrender—and to kill the British generals who, they surmised, might occupy it. The destroyer HMS Exeter shot down one of the bombers, the last aircraft lost during the conflict. Simultaneously, the frigate HMS Penelope fired in alarm at a large missile streaking out of the dark toward her. A half-mile away, it ditched or detonated.

Argentine sources indicate that the missile action against the Penelope did not involve their forces. Two explanations are feasible: either the incident was imaginary or it was friendly fire.Reconstructing the loss of the bomber reveals a broader tactical situation that suggests the latter: the missile fired at the frigate was a Sea Dart, also from the Exeter. Analysis suggests further that published accounts, generally accepted as authoritative and essentially official, describe these events incorrectly, and that the most plausible reason for these particular errors was to conceal a Blue-on-Blue incident: friendly fire.

The only open-source description of the missile attack against the Penelope is in The Royal Navy in the Falklands War, by British Ministry of Defence historian David Brown. The tactical situation for that night puzzled him: "Considerable mystery surrounds this last [bombing] raid. . . . The attack on the Penelope also requires some explanation." Possible antecedents include an attack by an Argentine Exocet antiship missile or harking back the 4 August 1964 night incident when the USS Maddox (DD-731) and Turner Joy (DD-951) fired at Tonkin Gulf wave crests. Brown rejected both of those hypotheses: "There can be little doubt she was fired at, although her claims were regarded at the time with some disbelief . . . The lack of any interception of a missile homing head was rightly taken to mean that an Exocet had not been fired." Officials from the U.S. Navy studying the campaign with the Royal Navy after the war heard nothing about the Penelope incident from their hosts. In his 1992 memoir, 100 Days, British naval task force commander Admiral Sir John (Sandy) Woodward ignored it. He wrote of the bomber's destruction:

In the small hours of the following morning [he kept the task force on British time; late on 13 June locally] several Arg aircraft were spotted along the southern coastline of the islands, most of them heading north. One of them, however, a Canberra bomber being tracked by [the Type 42 destroyer HMS Cardiff, began to head across the land to the north of Port Stanley and as it did so it was struck by the Type 42's Sea Dart missile. It may seem presumptuous to contradict the on-scene commander, but a reconstruction of the Canberra's loss fails to support his description. It was lost far from Port Stanley, and the Cardiff never engaged it. Perhaps even for Falklands veterans, an ineffective attack against a small warship, the loss of one more aircraft among scores, one more dead among hundreds, might rank as events too minor to warrant correction. If the Exeter also fired at the Penelope, however, then attributing the Exeter's destruction of the bomber to another ship had the effect of concealing the friendly-fire source.

Author Brown drew on "various accounts, semi-official, private, and unpublished, British and Argentine" during 1982-84, almost certainly including Admiral Woodward's notes. Private researchers during that same period, using both British and Argentine sources, compiled Falklands—The Air War, an encyclopedic account of every aircraft's operations throughout the conflict. The Argentine Air Force has posted additional data on its Internet website. While none of these accounts is flawless, even their errors are often explicable and revealing. By synchronizing minute-by-minute details, charting units' positions, and applying technical judgment and Occam's Razor—the principle that "entities must not be multiplied without necessity"—a consistent picture emerges.

The Task Force Goes into Action

To reduce their susceptibility to air attack, the British light aircraft carriers Hermes and Invincible kept station far east of Port Stanley. On board the Hermes, Admiral Woodward noted at sunset on 13 June that visibility was more than 100 miles westward and recorded:We are now on the cliff edge of our capability, with only three ships lacking a major OPDEF [operational defect] (Hermes, Yarmouth, and Exeter). Of the destroyer/frigate force, 45% are reduced to near-zero capability .... This afternoon, I was left on this most beautiful day for Etendards with one channel of Sea Dart fire. Admiral Woodward promised the ground commander four frigates for gunfire support that night. After firing on consecutive previous nights from a gun line south of the Stanley peninsula, he ordered the frigates into Berkeley Sound to the north, despite mines that a submarine reported. To spare these frigates and to cover his dispersed convoys, he ordered every combatant out of Falkland Sound, the site of the original beachhead. Chart 1 reconstructs the British warships' convoys and positions for 01202:

[HMS Penelope departed Falkland Sound by its northern exit and] sailed east with the Nordic Ferry, to be handed over to the Arrow to the northeast of East Falkland in exchange for the inbound Baltic Ferry and Lycaon. The Cardiff, on her first night as anti-aircraft guardship, also sailed to the north out of the Falkland Sound, to cover the convoys and the bombardment groups which were to be in Berkeley Sound that night. The gunfire support ships sailed in two pairs, the Avenger and Yarmouth leaving the Battle Group at noon [160OZ] and the Active and Ambuscade three and a half hours later. Intrepid and Minerva set off [from Falkland Sound's southern exit] on another run to deliver and collect Fitzroy LCUs.

By 9:20 p.m. [0120Z 14 June] the two ships were off
the southernmost point of Lafonia, some 50 miles southwest of Fitzroy. The Penelope was with the Nordic Ferry, 45 miles on the other side
of Fitzroy, with the Cardiffabout 15 miles to the west-northwest of
her.... Fearless [was] the only
warship left in San Carlos Water.

Significantly
omitted from both Brown's and Admiral Woodward's accounts was the position of
the task force's most capable air-defense ship,
the new Type 42 guided-missile destroyer Exeter.
Given Admiral Woodward's expressed concern about minimal Sea Dart cover for the
carriers, his assignment for the Exeter to be
away from them implied that his mission for her had a high priority.

The Exeter was on a barrier patrol for air defense east of Port Stanley, a logical sector also for covering Berkeley
Sound for the gunfire support ships, still several hours away. The earlier Type
42 destroyer Cardiff guarded the northern air approach
to Berkeley Sound.

Not only was the Exeter in the
best condition among British combatants by Admiral Woodward's notes; she was
also the best equipped. She mounted a Type 1022 long-range high-altitude
air-search radar and an upgraded integrated combat data system (ADAWS 7) to
designate targets rapidly for her long-range Sea Dart missiles, which already
had destroyed three Argentine aircraft.

An
obscure but significant detail was that the computer-generated tactical
situation displays on board the other destroyers and frigates shown in Chart 1
shared data over Link 10. But the Exeterused Link 11. Since Link 10 and Link 11
were incompatible, the Exeterneither received automatic plot data
from the other ships present nor provided her own tactical picture to them.

The
Argentine Air Strike

With
imminent defeat staring at Argentina,
the Southern Air Force commander (Fuerza Aerea Sur, [FAS]) tasked his Canberra squadron to bomb Estancia House near MountKent in what became Argentina's last combat mission of
the air war. The Argentines might have surmised that the house was a major
command post, because daily British commands to surrender were emanating over
the farm's medical radio frequency; besides, they thought, perhaps British
officers liked making headquarters out of comfortable houses as much as
Argentine officers did.After a single use of the civil transceiver as a
fortuitous substitute for Estancia House's dead telephone circuit, the
Spanish-speaking Royal Marine captain radioed all subsequent days' demands from
the assault force flagship Fearless.

...
The mission commenced well enough and [the Mirages] initially flew in radio
silence, approaching West Falkland from the
south at an altitude of about 33,000 ft. However, even before finding the
Canberras on radar or making radio contact with the Port Stanley CIC, both
[Mirage) pilots saw the glow of shellfire from Port Stanley, well over 100
miles away. Through broken cloud, the effects of naval and artillery
bombardment could clearly be seen.

.
. . Their run from south to north over MountKent
was to be at 40,000 feet, hopefully too high to provoke a Sea Harrier attack
and beyond the range of most British SAMs [surface to air missiles].

Chart
1 reconstructs approach paths consistent with these narratives. Approaching EastFalklandIsland from the
southwest, the Mirages' characteristic radar signals alerted the frigate HMS
Minerva of their identity. Two Sea Harriers scrambled from the Hermes at 01322
to respond.14 Chart 2 reconstructs the strike approach. With Gonzalez's Mirage
flying in close escort with one northbound Canberra,
Sanchez in his Mirage flew northeast, just north of Port
Stanley.

. . The Canberras were [flying] at about 40,000
feet and at 0150z [around 0143-0144Z by British timing] they made their
radar-guided attack on predetermined positions.

...
After connecting with the Falklands [CIC],
guidance took place with variations of course towards the east and soon to the
north; informed that there was no enemy aerial activity, one [Mirage] stayed
back in escort to the left of Baco[-2] until bomb release. In the approach to
the launch point (from south to north), Baco-1 turned aside a little to the
east and Baco-2 lost it from sight. It [Baco-2] arrived early at the target,
confirmed by its Doppler and the Falklands
radar. It dropped its bombs and, confirming bomb detonations, turned left.

...
[Baco-1] flew over the target and released its bombs.... Again the bombs fell
near the headquarters of three British generals.

No
British unit suffered damage or reported bomb
explosions. With their bombs gone, each Canberra
swung left "to return southwards by
their inbound track, out over the coast and to safety." Or so they
hoped.

Death
of Canberra
Baco-1

North of Port Stanley the guided-missile destroyer Cardifftracked Sanchez's Mirage. She fired her
Sea Dart while the Canberras dropped their bombs 16 miles west of her target:...
By 9.44 [0144Z] the leading contact was well within Sea Dart range, over land
to the north of Port Stanley, and the Cardiff opened fire with a single missile
as the aircraft began to turn away to the south..
. . [The Sea Dart] missile locked on to Sanchez's aircraft. As it came up at
him, glowing brightly, he spiraled down towards it in an attempt to break the
lock but the missile suddenly exploded below him at the end of its run, leaving
his Mirage undamaged . . . [As Sanchez dived:] A second missile passed by him
at 15,000 feet shortly afterwards but without detonating.The
Royal Navy in the Falklands War confused two
different aircraft as one:.
. Cardiff,
tracking a contact to the south from the point of impact [sic-detonation] of
the Sea Dart, believed that the bomber [sic-Sanchez's Mirage] had crashed at
least twenty-five miles to the south. To further complicate any analysis, the
destroyer claimed a Mirage, on the strength of the unmistakable
"noise" of a fighter-type radar on the target's bearing.This
had also been intercepted by the Minerva, coming from the aircraft which had
flown over her ten minutes before the shoot-down [sic-engagement], and was
again detected fifteen minutes afterwards.

The
solution here is obvious: The Cardiffaccurately identified and less
accurately engaged a Mirage, hitting nothing.
The 25-mile distance farther south was a natural range limit for her radar. The
time and position of the second missile, which Sanchez observed at 15,000 feet
over Port Stanley, are consistent to identify it as the Sea Dart with a quietus
on it, climbing toward a Canberra
at 40,000 feet near Fitzroy. Chart 3 reconstructs the destruction of Canberra
Baco-1.Baco-1 (B-108) was not so fortunate and at 0155z
[about 0149Z by British timing] it was hit in the lower front fuselage area by
a Sea Dart, almost certainly one launched from Exeter....
Captain Pastran came down in the sea near the coast, inflated his life raft,
disembarked, and [a day later near Fitzroy] was made prisoner.... Baco-2 evaded
the intense antiaircraft fire, dropping flares and chaff while it escaped
towards the west. [British units observed these flares at 0147Z.] It saw the
brilliance of the intense cannonade against Puerto Argentino. It believed that
the antiaircraft fire came from ships in Fitzroy [actually from Exeter east of Port Stanley].
. . . Already flown 60 miles in escape, the Malvinas [Port
Stanley CIC] asked it whether it had contact with the guide
[Baco-1], because it was lost from their screen. It responded no ....The fatal missile's ascending southwesterly trajectory
shows that it was launched from east or northeast of Port Stanley—the Exeter's patrol area. After the war, the
Exeter
displayed Baco-1's silhouette on her Sea Dart launcher. An authoritative book
appearing soon after the war, in 1983, credited the loss to "a long-range
high-altitude shot from HMS Exeter's
Sea Dart.", How, or why, might
later British semiofficial accounts lose sight of the Exeter?

Attack
Against HMS Penelope

The Royal Navy in the Falklands War gives the only
account of the Penelope's encounter with the incoming missile. She was a
Leander-class frigate without integrated weapons. To fire at the intruder the
individual 40-mm and Sea Cat gunners had to see it, specifically its exhaust
flames in the night.

At 9.47 flashes were seen over the Fitzroy area
[0147Z,Baco-2's decoy flares] by the Fearless,Minerva and [?] Penelope.... Commander Peter Rickard [the Penelope's commanding officer] took evasive action, fired chaff to
screen himself and the Nordic Ferry and opened fire with Seacat and his Bofors
as the missile closed at low level. It finally ditched, or possibly exploded
above the water, about 1,000 yards between the frigate and her charge.

... The two aircraft in the Fitzroy area turned away
as the missile arrived and headed for base, one [Gonzalez's Mirage] going
sufficiently close to the Intrepid
and Minerva to cause them serious
worry. By 10.00pm [0200z] the radar screens were again clear, apart from an
aircraft [Sanchez's Mirage] passing far to the south of the islands, westbound.

... The Fearless
and Minerva both reported
"flashes" or "explosions" in the sky at the time [0147Z]
that the Penelope's lookout saw the
"glow", and the bearings correspond to a position about five miles
southwest of Fitzroy Settlement, where the Rapier troop reported hearing
explosions overhead. The lack of any interception of a missile homing head was
rightly taken to mean that an Exocet had not been fired.

Chart 3 reconstructs this incident. The Sea Dart's
published range against air targets is 80 kilometers or 43 nautical
miles." Most likely, the Exeter fired
when Canberra Baco-2 turned away after bomb
release near MountKent. Tracing a
trajectory from the Canberra's splash area past
Port Stanley, where Sanchez saw a surface-to-air missile at medium altitude,
places this missile's launch sector inside the Exeter's
barrier patrol area. If by coincidence the missile approached the Penelope from Fitzroy's direction, then
the Exeter lay
close to that bearing. In fact, a missile approaching the Penelope from any southwestern bearing was consistent with the Exeter.
Thus, the incoming missile's guidance, bearing, range, and time of launch
observed by the Penelope all corresponded to a missile launch by the Exeter
at the instant when her Sea Dart battery was active.

With two illuminators and without a major operational
defect, the Exetercould attack two targets simultaneously with Sea Darts.

No
evidence supports an Argentine missile attack from any platform. Of Argentine naval strike aircraft, the Super Etendards flew no combat
missions that June, and only two Skyhawks remained operational. Skyhawks
required air force tankers for missions to San Carlos and farther east. The Argentine Air Force denies involvement
without contradiction.

Without official analysis, one can only speculate
about why this incident occurred. Incompatible data links certainly could lead
to inconsistent plots, in which the Exetermight project the Penelope and the
Nordic Ferry as west of their actual location detected by radar. Conceivably,
an error of identification friend-or-foe (IFF) radar procedures led to
suspicion on board the Exeter that the
eastbound contacts to her north were Argentine ships. Two of the Penelope's search radars matched sets on
Argentina's
own Exocet-capable Type 42 destroyers. Or perhaps the Penelope was radar-silent and relying on her passive intercept
equipment to alert her of missile seekers. That would explain her apparently
uncued visual sighting of the missile and her evident inability to correlate
its trajectory with a launching platform. Either the Penelope's defenses defeated the missile, or, more likely, the Exeter realized
her error and aborted the attack.

Of the four inbound frigates, battered by heavy seas
and continuous action with near-negligible logistical support, and whose some to
Berkeley Sound was the task force's immediate goal: one arrived on time and in
condition to support the ground troops' advance with gunfire. The others
bombarded other targets. The Argentine ground commander surrendered that
afternoon, 14 June.

Conclusion

The
semiofficial accounts from historian Brown and Admiral Woodward failed to
substantiate that the Cardiff,
not the Exeter,
destroyed the lost Canberra.
Their assertions suggest that a political stricture demanded concealment of
friendly-fire incidents. Confirming the
stricture's existence, Admiral Woodward recounted "immense consternation in very high places" years later
against acknowledging another Blue-on-Blue incident, "the only one between British air and sea forces throughout the
entire war."

It too
involved Sea Darts fired from a Type 42 destroyer, the Cardiff.

Political aspects of modern warfare include public relations and rules
of engagement. During the Falklands campaign a
committee met twice every day to change the rules of engagement. A U.S. admiral
objected after the war that no operating unit could implement such an amorphous
doctrine. Occurrences
of friendly fire suggest inadequacies in the rules of engagement. Broader considerations should encourage
authorities to acknowledge this incident.

Friendly fire may reveal inadequacies in training and
equipment and conversely, acknowledgement might improve budgets. Friendly fire
creates a difficult tactical problem. Royal Australian and U.S. Navy warships
experiencing Blue-on-Blue missile attacks off Vietnam took crippling hits with
fatal casualties. If this incident occurred as reconstructed here, even today
allied navies will wish to learn how the Royal Navy resolved it safely.
Historically, the Royal Navy can recognize proudly that HMS Exeter is the world's highest-scoring warship using her own
ordnance against hostile aircraft since World War II.

Perhaps
the Cardiff severely miscalculated the range,
bearing, altitude, and identity of the aircraft she engaged. Perhaps Argentine air crew and ground
controllers made simultaneous identical errors in navigation as necessary to
explain the Cardiff's actions—errors
beyond even Canberra Baco-1's 40-mile departure from its formation. Perhaps
Mirage pilot Sanchez imagined two missile encounters that nevertheless
correlated with other reports. Perhaps the Penelope's
lookout, gunners, and captain imagined a missile that they fired upon. And
perhaps the Exeter did nothing, indeed a strangely
silent watchdog in the night, if so. Perhaps. But that analysis fails the test of Occam's
Razor.

Captain Potter is a project manager in the computer industry and the
author of Electronic Greyhounds: The Spruance-Class Destroyers (Annapolis, MD: Naval Institute Press,
1995).

You recently wrote that you would soon reach 20 years of service and be
retired from the Navy. Of course, few people with teenage children can ever
retire, so I know you have been looking for a second career, or at least a
second job. Having been through the process myself, I have some observations
that might be helpful. I write not only out of friendship but also to soothe my
own bruised egoand sensibilities.

Feeling upset, apprehensive, concerned, and even scared about the
future is common during major changes in people's lives; it is adirect result
of our own carefully cultivated, well-ingrained self image. As naval officers,
we saw ourselves as confident, capable, loyal, calm, and courageous-completely
in control. We were always icy calm in crisis situations, conditioned by our
self-image and by the Navy's expectations to suppress or repress emotional
involvement in what we did and how we did it. This was
understandable-necessary,in fact-considering the naval profession. Crises and
combat situations were best handled by calm, rational individuals-whether applying
checklists, using standard operating procedural guidelines and pre-developed
operations plans, or improvising to cope with totally unexpected and unplanned
situations. And, when our decisions involved our own life or death, during
combat or emergencies, we often assumed a glacial calm and an apparent icy
indifference to our own stake in the outcome. We were fatalists in our
professional approach.It made sense that the attitudes and expectations of our profession
would find their way into other aspects of our lives. We were conditioned to
suppress our emotions both at work and at home, and we expected to be dominant
and in control at all times. This self-image, this myth of always being in
control, is severely threatened by the prospect of leaving the Navy.For 20 years, the Navy was a home, a stable reference point through
changing jobs, ranks, duty stations, professional responsibilities, and
personal obligations. The Navy-the primary agency of change in my life-became
the stable reference point. The unvarying ritual of the change process provided
stability and security.

I faithfully submitted preference cards, and that act of faith seemed
to make the resultant Permanent-Change-of-Station orders, whether to chosen
locations or not, expected and part of the routine of Navy life. Preferencecards
and detailer telephone calls added to the spurious feeling that I controlled my
fate within the Navy.

Besides the myth of steely-eyed self control, naval officers embrace
the notion that they are extraordinary people doing extraordinary things. Getting
shot at over Vietnam,
accepting a night catapult shot into a Stygian void, and intervening to keep a
flight student fromkilling you become accepted challenges of the job. Often
forgotten in today's post-Cold War environment is that our primary role was to
"stem the red tide of communist aggression wherever it may encroach upon
freedom's frontiers." Despite the cynicism in that phrase, I believe that
what I did as a naval officer had a positive and lasting impact upon the
fortunes of the United
States. I -and others like me-made a
difference in this world. We had fun; we worked and played hard; and we
mattered in a real world. If this shows overwhelming ego and a sense of self
importance, it's because that's how I was.

The first crack in my ego came when I failed to select for commander. How could someone so much in control and so important to the future
of the Free World, and the Navy, be passed over for commander and relegated to
forced retirement at 20 years? My rational mind told me that the first
pass over was final and that all subsequent promotion boards were irrelevant.
But my subconscious mind wasconvinced each year that the past injustices would
be rectified. Each succeeding pass over became an unacknowledged ordeal, an
affirmationof the Navy's first rejection-"We didn't want you then, and
we don't want you now." In self defense, I celebrated each passover-
not for commander. I celebrated not being promoted to captain or rear admiral,
because these were deep pass overs, and I could laugh at them. The commander
list, however, was just too close to home.

The attitudes, habits, and feelings of 20 years died hard, and although
I felt rejected, I still did not want to leave the Navy. Having long defined
myself as a Navy pilot and a naval officer, who was I without that identity?

I did anything I thought would help my transition to the civilian
world. Facing all the jokes about "the real world" and "growing
upand going to work for a living," I took a course called "The
Strategy of Career Transition," given by Stanley Hyman.

It was an intense,practical, and strangely disturbing
experience. I learned not to wear a big watch at interviews, how to say
"three o'clock" instead of"fifteen hundred," and how to
cram 20 years of Navy experience into a one-page resume-without using a single
acronym or Navy word. My first resume was four pages long, listing every job
title I ever had and requiring an interpreter for anyone other than a detailer.

I also learned about civilian uniforms. Military uniform requirements
are published for all to see. Civilian uniform guidelines, however, are not.
For Service Dress Blue, Tropical White Long, or Tropical Khaki, I had to
substitute blue, grey, or pinstripe suit; crispwhite shirt; burgundy background
necktie; and London
Fog overcoat. And don't make the mistake of wearing your spit-shined
uniform shoes with your suit-no matter how good you think they look. If you do,
you will stand out, and that can only hurt you.

The purpose of the uniform is to make you blend in, not to separate you.
In this world of image, your appearance is more important than ever before.

Most civilian companies view military members either as incompetents in
the real world of profit-and-loss or as assets because oftheir personal
contracts with those who let contracts and buy expensive things. Companies that
value the experience, presence, decision-making abilities, and integrity of the
military officer are rare. It is up to you to find out what your prospective
company thinks of your military background and to tailor yourself, your resume,
and your interview accordingly. Even the well-intentioned interviewer with no
military experience will resent the implicit assumption that, having been a
naval officer, you can do anything that this company, or thisjob, requires. I
strongly believe that this is true, but you can't let anyone in the hiring loop
know you think that. It is usually best to acknowledgeyour leadership skills
and to admit humbly that although the Navy didn't expose you to good business
practices (profit, profit, and more profit), you certainly have the ability to
learn and the desire to work.

It took me six months after retiring to find full-time work. I had
started searching before I got out, but since I had been overseas I didn't have
much of a head start. It seemed to take forever to get a decent resume
together, and ultimately I wrote four different versions,each depending upon
the target job. Then came the weeks of answering advertisements, sending
broadcast letters, and just plain waiting-with a complete lack of response
common and discouraging.

To hold me over while I looked for steady work, I did some substitute
teaching in high school and junior high school English, socialstudies, Spanish,
French, math, and special education-despite an absence of foundation or
knowledge in many of the subjects. I also appliedfor NJROTC teaching but did
not get the one job in my area which came open; a retired chief warrant officer
was picked. In military-savvy areas, retired lieutenant
commanders are viewed with suspicion- "What's wrong with you? Why
couldn't you hack it?"

I interviewed for several jobs. I lostan offer from Marriott after
three interviews, because I didn't know what the hotel industry'smajor
personnel problem was. I went to a major North
Carolina university where they said they wanted a
safety manager but reallywanted a security person. And I interviewed for and
got a job as handyman at a local plant nursery.

When I went to Washington D. C., to interview with Marriott,
I got there a day early, and I went to see a former commanding officer. He
introduced me to a personnel representative, and she and I reviewed current
openings. She thought someone was looking for a safety training manager, and in
a three-minute exposure to a very gruff man who was (I later found out) a
senior director, Igot the interview that started me out with the company. During
the third interview, the panel, which included a retired Army officer, tried to
ask me why Ihad never held command and did not make commander. They couldn't
quite spit those questions out, and I was reluctant to answer them unless they
were asked. Fortunately, I was able to steer them to my former commanding
officer who satisfied the panel. Coming from him, the answers probably had more
credibility than my own. Personal contacts and luck got me a shot at a job.

The changes in my life
were not over with job acquisition. As a manager, I was a very junior member of
an organization which, at times, made the Navy look like a smoothly running
machine. In the Navy, I knew how to get things done-who to call and what
buttons to push- but it was not so with this company. To get something done
required knowing who got it done the last time. Position titles meant little,
and memoranda floated around with people's names but without position titles.
There was no way of knowing whether any party to the memo actually had any
authority over or cognizance of the subject in question. Coming from an
organization accustomed to documenting things and assuring follow-up, I found my
new company relatively unconcerned with either. "Cover your ass"
and "Don'task questions you don't want the answers to" seemed
to be the watchwords. The qualities I valued in the
Navy were not in demand in the business world; integrity and honor were not
marketable commodities.

At the beginning of this letter, I wrote of the naval officer's sense
of self-importance, uniqueness, and specialness. The process of obtaining, and
the actual work produced by, my civilian job did great violence to those
concepts. I ride to work on commuter trains andsubways for the first time, and
I walk to and from stations among the masses of similarly clad office
workers-once a leader in the Free World struggle to deter repression, now an
urban lemming, flowing with the tide of humanity over curbs, through puddles,
and around street people arrayed over steam grates. I do not like the
transformation.

I think I had an unrealistic view of myself and my worth as a human
being while I was in the Navy. I saw myself as being what I did, not as a human
being who happened to do those things. I struggle against the concept that
because I was required to retire, my Navy career was a failure. I encourage the attitude, however, that if there was failure
in that scenario, the failure was the Navy's - and the losses theirs, too.

I hope my thoughts help you. I know you didn't ask for any advice-and I
really don't have any concrete advice to offer- but as muchas anything else,
this letter has been a catharsis for me. Good
luck with your job hunting efforts.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

This article was authorized to be uploaded to my blog by Noam Shpancer Ph.D. Professor of Psychology at Otterbein University in Westerville (USA)

Noam Shpancer, Ph.D., is the author of the novel The Good Psychologist. He was born and raised on an Israeli kibbutz. He received his Ph.D. in clinical psychology from Purdue University. Currently, he is a professor of psychology at Otterbein University in Westerville Ohio. His research interests center on issues of child care and development. He is also a practicing clinician with the Center for Cognitive and Behavioral Psychology in Columbus Ohio. He specializes in the treatment of anxiety disorders.

All around you hear American soldiers being called heroes. Such an easy and broad consensus is patently suspicious, like an election where someone gets 99% of the vote. Sweeping consensus may feel good, but it's not always a good thing. Often, it denotes a silencing or distortion of truth.

Over praising, psychologists know, often masks hidden resentment, ambivalence and guilt. In fact, being a soldier does not make one a hero. True, a minority of soldiers risk their lives in the course of their work (as do fishermen, firefighters, sanitary workers, and miners). But in modern warfare, it is the civilians who are most at risk. Women and children in war zones die in greater numbers than soldiers, who are by definition trained and equipped to survive war.

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The most common casualties of war

Moreover, of all the soldiers in the world, American soldiers have the least to fear. They are the most likely to survive and win the fight. American military spending is roughly equivalent to that of all other nations combined. If anything, American soldiers should be feared. For most cleareyed observers around the world, the periodic flourishing of America's power lust (see under: Bush years) is rendered even scarier by our insistence that the laws of human nature (i.e. power corrupts) don't apply to us, and by our conviction that the self-serving fiction of America's inherent Godly benevolence and exceptionality should be accepted as fact around the world. The powerful seldom experience their power as problematic. It's true in marriage, in politics, in business, and in war.

Some think our soldiers are heroes because they volunteer. But there is no compelling evidence that most soldiers enlist out of courage, unless you stoop to tautologically define courage as the act of enlisting. They volunteer out of an economic calculus, perceiving little opportunity elsewhere; or out of a youthful taste for adventure; or as the keepers of a family's occupational tradition. Differences in socioeconomic background and education predict enlistment patterns far better than individual differences in personal courage. American soldiers are, for the most part, blue collar workers trying to make ends meet. Most soldiers are decent citizens who are trying to do a good job and earn an honest living. And some of them act heroically in the course of their careers; but merely being a professional soldier is not enough to qualify anyone for hero status.

Genuine Heroism

People who do what they are expected, paid, and trained to do are not heroes. They are conscientious workers. Making conscientiousness heroic, as opposed to expected, cheapens the very notion of heroism. Heroism denotes exceptionality: a hero demonstrates superior, rare, and exceptional moral, emotional, intellectual or physical courage where the average person would be expected to fall silent, succumb, or retreat. For a timely example of true heroism one should look to those who marched with Martin Luther King Jr. in the civil rights struggle: they helped change the consciousness of a nation in the direction of light; they did so nonviolently, at great personal risk, and without pay, protective gear, or institutional protection.

Some say that soldiers are heroes because they demonstrate selfless patriotism. But in this case (as usual) 'patriotism' is the scoundrel's last resort. The twist is that the scoundrels are not the soldiers, but those who laud them. American soldiers right now are not defending their land or their homes. They're defending American ‘interests.' Those ‘interests' are not defined by the soldiers themselves, or by their elected officials or the public at large--if we may be grownups for a moment. They are defined by those who have the money to finance political campaigns and pay lobbyists to push through certain laws, regulations and points of view, i.e. ‘interests.' Those ‘interests' are unlikely to be those of young, working class, increasingly minority soldiers. You could call the soldiers who die for such interests ‘selfless patriots.' But you could also call them, at the risk of offending the knee-jerkingly offended, ‘gullible.'

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"Society attacks early, when the individual is helpless," BF Skinner famously said. Wars in particular depend on a manipulation of the young, primarily because the young are so pliable--clad in the youthful fable of invulnerability, bereft of perspective.

Thus, the willingness to personally go to battle has little to do with courage, and much to do with youth. The thrill-seeking young are an easy prey for war intoxication, because war's dirty little secret is that killing is thrilling.

Those who have been to battle--like me--know this, if they're half aware and honest with themselves. Those who haven't may want to read up, starting perhaps with Chris Hedges' ‘War is the Force that Gives Us Meaning' or Jonathan Glover's 'Humanity.' War is a primal, illicit high; and like many such highs it attracts the reckless young, lasts a short time, and ends in ruin. But unlike most highs, the war poison is happily promoted and sold by society to its youth.

All the inflated hero talk obscures the fact that the soldiers are primarily pawns. It serves to cover up our guilt over the fact that we, as a culture, are complicit in an ugly sham.

We pump the minds of young teenagers full of doomsday scenarios and nationalistic propaganda; we teach them the script of manhood-throughviolence; then, we send them away to act it out in the name of some dubious ‘national interest,'--of the kind that tends to line many pockets back home, but somehow never the troops.' Deep down we know we've perpetrated a rouse, so we cover it up with "Rah Rah."

Do we have what it takes?

The truth is that there is no good war. Every war contaminates all who engage in it. Every war, even a just or necessary one, is an atrocity, a disastrous failure of civilization, a breakdown of humanity's higher faculties, and an eclipse of its worthiest aspirations. Those who mindlessly call soldiers heroes and patriots are not supporting the soldiers but rather perpetuating the vicious cycle of destructive myth, shrill demagogy, and roused tribalism that will lead to the next war. The soldier-as-hero narrative represents, on a deep level, a false consciousness stoked by a society that lacks the moral imagination and political courage to transcend its primitive tribal impulses.

Constructing a new, peace-based narrative and ethos--well, that would be truly heroic; and hence not quite forthcoming anytime soon.

Published on January 16, 2011 by Noam Shpancer, Ph.D. in Insight Therapy Psychology Today

It is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain. This description is both refined and, as far as it goes, accurate. He is mainly occupied in merely removing the obstacles which hinder the free and unembarrassed action of those about him; and he concurs with their movements rather than takes the initiative himself. His benefits may be considered as parallel to what are called comforts or conveniences in arrangements of a personal nature: like an easy chair or a good fire, which do their part in dispelling cold and fatigue, though nature provides both means of rest and animal heat without them. The true gentleman in like manner carefully avoids whatever may cause a jar or a jolt in the minds of those with whom he is cast;--all clashing of opinion, or collision of feeling, all restraint, or suspicion, or gloom, or resentment; his great concern being to make every one at their ease and at home.

He has his eyes on all his company; he is tender towards the bashful, gentle towards the distant, and merciful towards the absurd; he can recollect to whom he is speaking; he guards against unseasonable allusions, or topics which may irritate; he is seldom prominent in conversation, and never wearisome. He makes light of favours while he does them, and seems to be receiving when he is conferring. He never speaks of himself except when compelled, never defends himself by a mere retort, he has no ears for slander or gossip, is scrupulous in imputing motives to those who interfere with him, and interprets every thing for the best. He is never mean or little in his disputes, never takes unfair advantage, never mistakes personalities or sharp sayings for arguments, or insinuates evil which he dare not say out.

From a long-sighted prudence, he observes the maxim of the ancient sage, that we should ever conduct ourselves towards our enemy as if he were one day to be our friend. He has too much good sense to be affronted at insults, he is too well employed to remember injuries, and too indolent to bear malice.

He is patient, forbearing, and resigned, on philosophical principles; he submits to pain, because it is inevitable, to bereavement, because it is irreparable, and to death, because it is his destiny.

If he engages in controversy of any kind, his disciplined intellect preserves him from the blundering discourtesy of better, perhaps, but less educated minds; who, like blunt weapons, tear and hack instead of cutting clean, who mistake the point in argument, waste their strength on trifles, misconceive their adversary, and leave the question more involved than they find it. He may be right or wrong in his opinion, but he is too clear-headed to be unjust; he is as simple as he is forcible, and as brief as he is decisive. Nowhere shall we find greater candour, consideration, indulgence: he throws himself into the minds of his opponents, he accounts for their mistakes. He knows the weakness of human reason as well as its strength, its province and its limits. If he be an unbeliever, he will be too profound and large-minded to ridicule religion or to act against it; he is too wise to be a dogmatist or fanatic in his infidelity. He respects piety and devotion; he even supports institutions as venerable, beautiful, or useful, to which he does not assent; he honours the ministers of religion, and it contents him to decline its mysteries without assailing or denouncing them. He is a friend of religious toleration, and that, not only because his philosophy has taught him to look on all forms of faith with an impartial eye, but also from the gentleness and effeminacy of feeling, which is the attendant on civilization.

Not that he may not hold a religion too, in his own way, even when he is not a Christian. In that case his religion is one of imagination and sentiment; it is the embodiment of those ideas of the sublime, majestic, and beautiful, without which there can be no large philosophy. Sometimes he acknowledges the being of God, sometimes he invests an unknown principle or quality with the attributes of perfection. And this deduction of his reason, or creation of his fancy, he makes the occasion of such excellent thoughts, and the starting-point of so varied and systematic a teaching, that he even seems like a disciple of Christianity itself. From the very accuracy and steadiness of his logical powers, he is able to see what sentiments are consistent in those who hold any religious doctrine at all, and he appears to others to feel and to hold a whole circle of theological truths, which exist in his mind no otherwise than as a number of deductions. (The Idea of a University-Discourse VIII,1852)

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It will not satisfy me, if religion is here, and science there, and young men converse with science all day, and lodge with religion in the evening. It is not touching the evil, to which these remarks have been directed, if young men eat and drink and sleep in one place, and think in another: I want the same roof to contain both the intellectual and moral discipline. Devotion is not a sort of finish given to the sciences; nor is science a sort of feather in the cap, if I may so express myself, an ornament and set-off to devotion. I want the intellectual layman to be religious, and the devout ecclesiastic to be intellectual. (Sermon 1. Intellect, the Instrument of Religious Training)